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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.