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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.