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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
MDC,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
June Days,
Roxette,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.