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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.