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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.