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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.