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 Syria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.