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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.