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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Q65,
Pole,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.