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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
AZ,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.