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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.