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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.