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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.