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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.