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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Magma,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.