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 Iceland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.