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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Pylon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.