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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.