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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.