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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.