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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
The Motions,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.