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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.