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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.