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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.