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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chrome to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.