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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.