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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.