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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.