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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.