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 Colombia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.