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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.