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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.