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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Wire,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.