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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.