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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.