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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.