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 Congo 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.