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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Darondo,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.