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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.