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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.