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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.