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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Ponytail,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.