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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.