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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.