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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.