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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.