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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.