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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.