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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.