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 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.