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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Q65,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.