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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.