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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.