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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Smog,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.