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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Index,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.