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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Martian to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.