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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.