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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Japan,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.