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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.