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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Skarface,
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.