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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.