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 Jamaica 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.