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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.