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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.