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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.