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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.