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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.