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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.