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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.