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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.