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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.