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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.