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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.