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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.