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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.