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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.