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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.