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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.