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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.