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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.