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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.