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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.