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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.