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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Swans,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.