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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.