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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.