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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.