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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.