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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Technova,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.