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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Audionom,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.