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 Maldives and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.