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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.