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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.