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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Index,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.