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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.