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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.