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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Swans,
Ituana,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.