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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.