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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Magma,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.