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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.