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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Can,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
CMW,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.