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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.