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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.