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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.