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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Wings,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.