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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.