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 Spain and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Doors,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.