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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.