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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.