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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.