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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.