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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.