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 Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.