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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Interpol,
PIL,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.