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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
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.