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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.