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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Slave,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.