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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Television,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.