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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.