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 Uganda 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.