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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Pole,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.