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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.