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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.