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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.