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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.