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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.