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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.