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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Quantec,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.