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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
AZ,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.