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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.