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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.