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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.