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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.