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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.