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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.