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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.