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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.