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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.