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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.