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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.