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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.