Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Swans,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.