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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Swans,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.