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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.