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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.