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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.