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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.