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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.