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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.