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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.