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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.