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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.