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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Television,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Crime,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.