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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.