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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.