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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.