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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
PIL,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.