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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Franke,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.