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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.