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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.