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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.