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 Suriname and from London.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.