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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.