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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.