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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.