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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.