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 Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.