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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.