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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.