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 North and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.