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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Wake,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.