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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.