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 India and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
UT,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.