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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.