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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.