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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.