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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.