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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.