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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.