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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.