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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.