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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.