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 Turkey and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.