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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.