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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.