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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.