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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.