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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.