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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Index,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.