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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.