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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.