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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.