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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.