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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.