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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.