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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.