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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.