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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nirvana 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.