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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Monks,
Nico,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Monks,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Wings,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.