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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.