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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.