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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.