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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.