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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.