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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.