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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
John Cale,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.