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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.