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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.