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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
PIL,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.