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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Magma,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.