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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.