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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.