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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.