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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.