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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Can,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.