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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
JFA,
X-102,
Kayak,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.