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 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.