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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.