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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.