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 France and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.