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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.