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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.