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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Monks,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.