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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.