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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Niagra,
New Order,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
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.