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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Hoover 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Nas,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.