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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.