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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.