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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.