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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.