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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.