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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Gong,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.