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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
The Names,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
DNA,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.