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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.