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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.