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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.