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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
the Normal,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.