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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.