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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.