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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.