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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.