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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.