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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.