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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.