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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.