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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.