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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.