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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.