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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.