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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.