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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.