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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.