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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.