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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Index,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.