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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.