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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.