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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.