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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.