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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Pole,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Organ,
The Sound,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.