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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
UT,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
MC5,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.