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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.