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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.