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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
John Cale,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.