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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.