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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.