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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Nico,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.