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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Wake,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.