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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.