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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.