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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.