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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.