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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.