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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.