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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.