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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.