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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.