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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.