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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.