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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.