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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.