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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.