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 Greece 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.