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 China 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
X-102,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.