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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.