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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.