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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.