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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.