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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.