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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.