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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.