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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.