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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.