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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Visage,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.