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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.