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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.