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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
UT,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.