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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.