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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.