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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.