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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.