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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.