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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.