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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
AZ,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.