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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.