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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.