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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.