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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.