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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.