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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.