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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.