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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.