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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.