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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.