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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.