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 Seychelles 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.