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 Angola 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.