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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.