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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Television,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.