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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.