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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Organ to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.