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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.