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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.