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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Television,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.