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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.