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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Nas,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.