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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Ituana,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.