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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.