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 Palau and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.