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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Deakin,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.