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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.