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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.