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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.