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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Gories,
Technova,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Pole,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.