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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.