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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.