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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.