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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
the Germs,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.