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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.