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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.