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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.