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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Scion,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.