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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.