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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.