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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.