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 China and from Toronto.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.