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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.