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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.