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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
June Days,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.