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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.