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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.