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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.