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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.