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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.