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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.