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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Flag 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.