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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.