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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
X-102,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.