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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.