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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.