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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.