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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.