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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Happenings,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Can,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.