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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Oneida,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.