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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
MDC,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.