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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.