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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.