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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
PIL,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.