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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.