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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Slave,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.