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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Darondo,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Index,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.