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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.