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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.