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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Faust,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.