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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.