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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.