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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.