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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.