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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.