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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.