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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.