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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.