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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.