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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.