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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Japan,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.