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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.