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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.