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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.