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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.