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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.