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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.