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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.