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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.