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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.