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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.