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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.