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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Scion,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.