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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.