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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
CMW,
June Days,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Scion,
Clear Light,
JFA,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.