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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.