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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slits to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.