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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.