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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s 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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.