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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.