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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.