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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.