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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.