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 France and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.