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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.