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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.