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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.