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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.