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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.