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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.