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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.