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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Television,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Japan,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.