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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Nas,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.