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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.