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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.