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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.