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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.