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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.