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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Can,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.