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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
the Human League,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.