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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
the Association,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.