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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.