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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.