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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.