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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.