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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
10cc,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.