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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Nico,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.