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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.