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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.