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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.