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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.