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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.