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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Slave,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.