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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.