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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.