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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.