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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 AZ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.