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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.