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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.