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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.