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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.