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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.