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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Move,
CMW,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.