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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.