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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.