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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.