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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.