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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.