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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.