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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.