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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.