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 India and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.