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 Lithuania 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.