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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.