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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.