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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.