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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.