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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.