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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.