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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
X-102,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
cv313,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.