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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Japan,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.