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 China 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.