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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.