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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Human League,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.