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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.