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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.