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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.