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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.