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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 China Crisis 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.