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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.