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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.