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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.