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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.