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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Television,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.