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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Pole,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.