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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.