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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
X-101,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.