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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.