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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.