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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.