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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.