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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.