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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Fear,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.