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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.