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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.