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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Swans to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.