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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.