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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Human League,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.