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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Move,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.