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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.