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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Zeros 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.