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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.