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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.