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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.