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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.