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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.