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 Russia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.