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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.