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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Monks,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Lyres,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.