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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Pole,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.