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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Fall,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
cv313,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.