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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.