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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Franke to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.