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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.