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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.