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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.