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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.