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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.