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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.